Page 9 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

He chuckled, low and evil. “Yeah… that soft pink robe, that wine on your lips… You always look so good.”

My knees almost buckled. I took a step back, like I could run from his voice.

“I’m not playin’ with you.”

“But Iamplayin’ with you,” he murmured. “In my head, I got you on your knees right now, lookin’ up at me with those big beautiful eyes while I fuck that pretty-pretty mouth of yours.”

“Stop it—”

“I ain’t even started. You know what I’d do to you if I was there, baby?”

“Fontaine—”

“I’d fuck you right there on that rug. Face down, ass up. Spit in your mouth. Eat that pussy till your legs shake. Make you squirt on this tongue like it’smine, ‘cause itis. You know it is.”

My hand trembled, phone pressed so tight to my ear I could feel my pulse in it. My thighs clenched involuntarily. Heat bloomed between them.

“Stop,” I whispered.

“You don’t want me to stop,” he growled. “You want me to bend you over and fuck you. While you cumagain, again and again.”

I hung up.

My chest was heavin’. Pussy thumpin’. I dropped the phone on the floor and backed up till I hit the wall.

This man was sick. Sick in the head.

But I was the one that waswet.

I tried to shake it off. Took a shower. Washed my hair. Lit a candle like that could kill the memory of his voice.

My husband came in ‘round midnight, smellin’ like liquor and bullshit excuses. Kissed my cheek, said he had a late meeting with the execs. I ain’t say nothin’. I just nodded, climbed into bed, and turned off the lamp.

He knocked out five minutes later, snorin’ low and sloppy.

But me?

I laid there with my panties soaked.

Face turned toward the window. Sheets barely coverin’ me. My fingers slid slow under the hem of my underwear, findin’ that spot that Fontaine had marked.

I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and whispered, “Fuck…”

It was his voice I heard.

His hands I imagined.

That same evil, beautiful devil in a black-on-black Tom Ford suit, blunt burnin’ between his lips, laughin’ low while he fucked me like I was the only thing that existed in his fucked up little world.

I came hard. Silently. My toes curled and I clenched around nothin’, grindin’ into my own fingers like they was him.

When I opened my eyes, I felt ashamed.

Ashamed… and satisfied.

That man was poison. And I was already drinkin’ from the bottle.

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